LOVING YOU, Chapter 4: TRIALS by Van Dirk Fisher

The clock struck 12 in Michael Cavaughan’s office at B-Boy Records and still there was no sign of Tyrell. This wasn’t a good sign, but Michael was doing his best not to let it show. Tyrell was the latest hip-hop artist added to the roster of impressive clients and Michael was very pleased with his performance. His debut CD Tyrell – Taking It To The Streets had sold over 600,000 units, and it was still climbing the charts. Bobby was supposed to pick Tyrell up and have him in front of Michael at 11:30 a.m. Traffic can be a bitch in Manhattan, but this was ridiculous. If it wasn’t for the fact that Michael had been busy with another client until now, it wouldn’t have been so bad. But now he was free and Michael wanted to get Tyrell to renew his contract so he could move on and plan their next CD. He glanced at the two bottles of champagne that were sitting on ice, waiting to be opened. Michael was happy. He had done well. He had made a wise investment in Tyrell and it had paid off handsomely. It was now 12:15 p.m. As soon as Michael pressed the intercom to speak to his secretary his door burst open and in walked Bobby sweating profusely.

“What is it Bobby? Where is Tyrell?” said Michael. “Don’t tell me he forgot about our meeting today?” Bobby wiped his forehead with his handkerchief and said, “I wish I could tell you that, but I don’t think he forgot.” “Then where is he? Look, I don’t have time to waste. I have another meeting at 2pm,” Michael said trying not to show his impatience. “Well I went to his place like you told me to. I spoke to the doorman and he said Tyrell was on his way down and he would be right out. I said, “Cool.” And then I waited in my car. When Tyrell came out of the building, I thought he was coming over to my car, but he didn’t. Instead, he got into this black SUV,” said Bobby. “And? And? Where the fuck did he go?” Michael said perplexed as his pressure was starting to rise. “Spit it out Bobby! WHERE IS HE?!” “I followed the car and it pulled up in front of Killer Inc. Records. I was going to follow him upstairs, but I thought it would be better if I came back here and told you first to see how you wanted to handle this,” Bobby said quickly, looking to see if Michael was going to explode, but there was nothing but silence. Bobby figured Michael was in shock so he helped himself to a glass of ice water. “Oh, shit,” Michael tried to pull off a nonchalant laugh, but he couldn’t even fool himself. “That punk ass nigga. So he thinks he can step out on me like this? That nigga better think again. I MADE him and I OWN HIM!” Michael said as he poured himself a glass of Courvoisier. “So what do you want me to do man?” Bobby said anxiously. “Get Bonz, get the car and meet me out front,” Michael said firmly and with that command Bobby finished his water and quickly left. Shit was on, Michael thought to himself. Why did people always want to fuck with him? Why? It seemed the more successful he became the more people wanted to challenge his authority. They wanted to see how much they could get away with and if he would really put up a fight. But some people just didn’t understand. They couldn’t see past the fine suits and ties that Michael sported. They forgot that he knew the hood. He may have the look of a prince, but he had the heart of a thug.

When Michael and his boys walked into Killer Inc. Records security waved them through and they quickly entered the elevator and took it to the penthouse. Bobby and Bonz didn’t know what was about to go down, but they were prepared for anything. The fact that Michael had asked Bonz to come along could only mean one thing and that is -- some shit was about to go down. The elevator door opened and Michael got off first. Stogie was CEO of Killer Inc. Records. Many people in the industry thought that B-Boy Records and Killer Inc. Records were staunch enemies, but that wasn’t true. As far as Michael was concerned Stogie was small stuff and no competition. Stogie was a glasses wearing scavenger who quickly signed any artist who lost a record deal with a major label. That’s how he got his talent. He didn’t cultivate them the way Michael did. “There must be some mistake.” That’s what Michael kept telling himself. But he was about to find out.

Veronica, Stogie’s secretary looked surprised to see Michael and his boys exit the elevator and spoke up at once, “Excuse me, can I help you? Is Mr. Stogie expecting you?” Michael didn’t pay her any mind and said, “Don’t bother to announce us. I want to surprise him.” And with that Michael and his boys burst into Stogie’s office. Stogie was on the phone looking out of the window and laughing up a storm. He was a stout Black man about 5’10 in height and immaculately dressed in a blue gray suit. His suit jacket was on a coat rack in the corner of the room. When he turned around and laid eyes on Michael and his boys his laughter died and the smile quickly left his face as if he had been caught with his pants down and his dick in his hand. “I’ll have to call you back. I have a meeting I have to tend too,” Stogie said as calmly as he could to whomever he was talking to on the phone.

“Oh, please, don’t let me interrupt you. I can wait,” said Michael patronizingly. “No, I can talk now. Have a seat,” Stogie said as he put his phone down and cleaned his glasses and then put them back on. Michael stood there and didn’t move an inch. Bobby moved to the left of Michael, but stayed slightly behind him. Meanwhile, Bonz carefully closed the door and locked it and then moved to Michael’s right side, but within arm’s distance. “Never let them see you sweat,” is what Stogie was thinking, but that was hard to do. Shit like this always made him sweat. Some guys just didn’t know how to let go and Michael was that kind of guy, Stogie thought to himself. Just then his intercom rang and it was his secretary Veronica calling. Stogie pressed the button so he could hear her, “Is everything alright Mr. Stogie? Michael Cavaughan didn’t give me a chance to announce him. Will you be needing anything?” “No Veronica, everything is fine. Thank you,” Stogie said as he tried to sound like it was business as usual, but he knew better. Suddenly it was hotter than a witches brew and somehow Stogie managed to loosen his tie. “Well, Michael I figured we would talk, but I just didn’t expect for us to have this conversation so soon. Would anyone like a drink?” Stogie said as he got up to make himself a screwdriver. Michael noticed the drink and thought Stogie was trying to fuck with him, because he felt that it was him that Stogie was trying to screw. Stogie stirred his drink and took a sip and then let out a satisfying sigh and smiled as he sat down, hoping that the drink would settle his stomach. “Well gentlemen, what can I do for you?” he finally said.

“Look nigga, don’t play dumb with me! You know why I’m here. You’ve got something that belongs to me,” Michael said as he leaned on Stogie’s desk practically breathing in his face. Bonz thought that they were awfully close. Too close. So close that you would have thought Michael was going to kiss him, if you didn’t know any better. Stogie could feel the hairs in his nose part as the sweet smell of Michael’s cologne invaded his nostrils. “Come on Michael, you know me better than that man. Why would I try to fuck with you man? This is nothing personal. This is bizzness.” The funk coming out of Stogie’s mouth was more offensive than the words he spoke and Michael stood up to catch his breath and to clear his head, but Stogie kept talking and every word he spoke continued to cloud Michael’s mind. “Tyrell came to me. He said, he was looking to move in a different direction and I asked him if he was sure and he said, “Yes.” I didn’t force him to jump ship. You did! He said, he wanted more personal freedom to express himself and that’s what I gave him,” Stogie said defiantly. Slowly Michael leaned into Stogie to make his point -- again. “I don’t give a FUCK what he told you and what you offered him. He’s mine! Do you hear me? HE’S MINE!!!” Michael said as he stood up trying to compose himself. “Look Michael I didn’t want you to find out like this. I wanted to call you, but Tyrell said he would handle it and I trusted he would, but it’s too late man. It’s a done deal. In fact he’s going to be on Wendy Williams’ show in about a few minutes -- making the announcement,” Stogie said as he turned the radio on.

Michael couldn’t believe his ears, but the sound of Wendy Williams voice was undeniably coarse with glee as she prattled on. She was the kind of woman whom you didn’t want to get on her bad side, cause she could stir up some shit, and even if it wasn’t true most people believed everything she said as if she had an inside track to the gospel truth. “Well ladies and gentlemen, as I promised you, I have an artist here with me today who’s going to make a major announcement, and if I do say so myself he’s cuter in person. I could eat him up right now if I wasn’t already married. Say hello Tyrell,” Wendy said with a honey tongue so thick that even bees wouldn’t trust it. “How y’all doing? Thanks for having me Wendy,” said Tyrell like the chicken to the fox. “Anytime baby, anytime. You know you are welcome to come by here and chat with me anytime you want. Now what is this big announcement you wanted to make?” said Wendy as if she didn’t already know. You could tell she was just busting at the seams to tell it herself. “Well I just wanted to thank all my fans for buying my first CD and I wanted to let them know that I’ve got a new CD that’s a little more personal that I hope they’ll love just as much.” “Well, I’m sure they will Tyrell. I’ve already heard it and it’s earthy and deeper than anything else I’ve heard you do,” said Wendy coaxing him and trying to get him to spill the big news. “Thank you. I’m glad you’ve noticed. I was able to record a CD like this because I’m under new management now. I’m with Killer Inc. Records,” Tyrell said almost confidently as Wendy hit the applause button, but Michael couldn’t believe his ears. “I’m releasing a single from my new CD and I would like you to play it first, right here for your listeners,” said Tyrell finally loosening up with a smooth and silky voice that could make any girl wanna be a do right woman by him. “Well let’s not keep them waiting any longer. What’s the name of this single?” Wendy said. “It’s called TRIALS,” said Tyrell.

As the song blared out of the speakers in Stogie’s office, Stogie had a look of contentment on his face. As he smiled he forgot that Michael was standing in his office listening to the interview. That’s why he didn’t see what was coming. WHACK! Oh shit, Stogie thought to himself, as he winced in pain, as his face whipped around with such force that his glasses flew across the room and landed appropriately on his bookcase as if they had never read a book before. A tear cowardly and uncontrollably fell from Stogie’s eye as Michael raised his hand back and said, “You got some big balls nigga. From the look on your face I know you ain’t seen one of these before, so say ‘Hello’ to my Magnum.” Stogie opened his mouth in surprise, but Michael pistol-whipped him before he could say a word. This time some blood trickled down Stogie’s nose. “Oh, shit. You better not get any blood on me. You hear me?! Shit!” “Michael man, Tyrell said he didn’t want to renew his contract with you. That’s the only reason I agreed to sign him. It’s all legal man. It’s all legal!” Stogie raised his voice, trying not to sound like a whimp. “Legal? Legal?! Did you even bother to read the contract he signed with me?” Michael said as Stogie just looked dumbfounded. “I didn’t think so. I had a first option to renew. I didn’t break his contract. He owes me 3 albums. Now, I could sue your ass for doing what you did, but since I like you, I’m going to let you release your album, but every cent of the proceeds is mine. Mine!!!!! Do you hear me?” “Yeah,” Stogie said with a whimper. “DO YOU HEAR ME?” Michael said as Stogie finally found the strength to pick his ass up off the floor. “YES, I HEAR YOU!” Stogie said loud and clear. “That’s better. If you had any sense and if you were a REAL man you would have contacted me when Tyrell came to you and I would have told you what the situation was and we wouldn’t be in this shit we’re in right now,” said Michael as he gave Stogie a tissue to wipe the blood from his nose. “We CEOs have got to stick together, you know what I mean? Otherwise people will start talking. And I know you ain’t gonna tell anyone about our little meeting, cause how would that sound? ‘CEO of Killer Inc. Records gets beat down by his competition. News at eleven!’ Michael said with a smirk on his face, while Bonz and Bobby could hardly contain themselves and bust out laughing. “That shit ain’t right boss! That shit ain’t right. It’s the truth though, word,” said Bonz. “Sure nuff. Funny as hell though,” said Bobby. Then all four of them looked at each other and then Bonz said, “So what you want us to do with him now?” “Teach this mother fucker a lesson so this shit don’t happen again. But don’t leave any marks,” said Michael and with that Bobby and Bonz held Stogie up by his arms and proceeded to pummel him in the stomach. “Enough! Let’s go,” said Michael as he unlocked the door. As the song TRIALS ended on the radio Wendy Williams hit the applause button again and said, “Well Tyrell, I think you’ve got a hit on your hands mister. I love it!” “Thank you Wendy and there’s a lot more where that came from so look for my CD Tyrell – A Hard Knocks Life. It drops next Tuesday,” said Tyrell. “Thank you Tyrell, I’m sure they’ll wanna buy it. Thank you for spending some time with us and I hope you come back again, cause I’m sure we’ll be hearing more from you come the Grammy nominations.” More applause. “I hope so,” Tyrell said with a modest laugh. “You’ve got it. That’s wassup.”

Stogie heard the door to his office close as his anger grew. He was nobody’s punk. And Michael Cavaughan was going to have to pay for what he had done to him and Stogie was going to see to it that he did. If payback was a bitch, then Stogie was going to be worse than a bitch’s bitch!

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LOVING YOU, a novel by Van Dirk Fisher Chapter 3

Chapter Three: Knock, Knock

As Justin laid in his bed his shit was like BRICK. He always woke up with a boner and this morning wasn’t any different. But Justin didn’t want to get up yet, no not yet. Laying there nude, the sheets felt good against his skin rising and falling with every breath he took. Suddenly he felt a warm wet tongue licking at his balls, ever so gently, lovingly, and attentively, “Ah, dats wassup.” He moved his legs apart to give better access. Dayum, if he was gonna get done he wanted to make sure every inch was licked. “Oh, yeah,” he said as he stretched his arms out to grab the bedposts as if he was strapped to it. Mmmmmmmmm the velvet tongue was skillful that paid close attention to his balls making them swell with milk so sweet you could taste it. “Ahhh,” as he moaned with pleasure his lips parted and a sigh of ecstasy escaped letting his dawgs below know that he was pleased. He was dripping pre cum and a trail began to race down the side of his shaft. But none was wasted as the tongue swiftly lapped it up with a quicker pace to insure that none was missed. Justin thought he was dreaming as he quickly remembered seeing Mariah last night at the club. But wait a second, how could she? He wanted her so badly. Did he chase her down last night and persuade her to come home with him? He didn’t remember doing such a thing. Besides, she left with Michael and by the time he got outside the club she was long gone. “Oh, shit,” his toes began to curl as the licking became fierce as it swept the head of his dick and teased it ever so gently. “Oh FUCK, I’m gonna nutt!” Justin couldn’t hold back any longer so he grabbed his shit and finished it off. As his hand replaced the tongue, a nail scratched him and he winced in pain, but it didn’t matter cause that shit felt good. So good that he let out a sound loud enough to wake up his neighbors as his body shivered uncontrollably with glee. It sounded kinda stupid, but he didn’t care. He tried to brush the hand away with his other hand and when he did he heard an all too familiar sound from Tina, his cat. He bolted up in bed and sure enough it was her. He should have known it was his cat Tina. She was naughty, but nice as she sat on the side of the bed licking her paw with content. He laughed to himself. “Thanks baby girl. I got the hint. Daddy didn’t feed you, huh?”

Dayum, what time is it? Justin thought to himself as he glanced over his shoulder to see the clock. “Oh, no. I forgot to set my alarm.” He looked at Tina. She was one hell of a cat. Smarter than any dog he ever had and faithful. He picked her up and kissed her. “Thanks baby girl. You knew my ass was supposed to be up by now, right? Right? Well, thanks.” He gave her another kiss as he walked into his master bathroom to take a shower. Yeah, today is an important day alright. Justin had a callback for the cover of Men’s Health Magazine and he didn’t want to be late.

By the time Justin got out of the shower and dressed, his doorbell rang. It was Keith and Troy, two of his running buddies. They were models too with chiseled bodies that were toned and firm. They weren’t competitive like most brothers. They always had each other’s back and they kept each other in the loop to make sure they got in on all the go sees. Nine out ten times one of them would book a job. Sometimes they all booked the same job. When that happened it was sweet! Hell, as long as it was one of them, they were content. The intercom rang again and again. Finally Justin decided to answer it. “I’m coming yo, chill!”

“If you got some girl up in your spot tell her you’ll see her later. We got business to take care of partner,” Keith’s voice boomed through the intercom. “It ain’t like that man. I’m coming now,” Justin said. “That’s probably what’s taking you so long man. You can do that shit later. Let’s beat it man!” said Troy. “Oh, oh, you got jokes! I’ll see who’s laughing when I book this job,” Justin said.

When Justin stepped outside his brownstone he could see they were happy to see him. These were his boys. One playa to another, he knew he could tell them anything and they would tell him the truth. They were like that with each other. They were tight and they knew how to keep it real.

Harlem was changing. New town houses were going up everywhere. Money was moving into the neighborhood. Blacks with money were staying. Whites with money were moving in. Shoot after Clinton set up his office on 125^th Street several businesses, retail stores and people finally discovered that Harlem was an attractive place to live. Shit, Justin knew that and so did a lot of other people. Finally, money was being spent to bring Harlem back to the glorious luster of its heyday. Some people thought things were moving a little too fast and now they were putting up street signs saying SoHa and NoHa, meaning South Harlem and North Harlem. Justin had to laugh to himself. But some people weren’t laughing, because now Columbia University wanted to change the complexion of Harlem a little bit more and decided it needed an additional 17 acres surrounding its college for expansion. And merchants and people who have lived here for decades were being displaced.

Anyway, Justin didn’t have time for all that. He had enough on my mind. Mariah. He couldn’t believe that he saw her after all these years. He told Keith and Troy about last night, running into her at the club and kissing her. “That shit was intense. It was as if we had never been apart. I felt her in my arms and they ached from holding her. But it was a good ache, you know, like after a good workout. Like when your body is sore, but you know its good for you, cause you needed to work those muscles again. Well, that’s how I felt when I saw Mariah. I felt alive again, man! I could breath again. I wanted her and I wasn’t going to give up on having her again.” Keith said he knew something was up with me. He said he could sense it. Every now and then he said he felt like I wasn’t there with them. Like I was some place else. Some place better. Troy was a little more crude. He just said, “You’re pussy whipped. That’s it man. Admit it. Mariah’s that girl you told me about who you fell for and then you let her get away by telling her you were some other girl’s baby’s daddy.”

“Oh, shit!” said Keith. “That’s who you ran into last night?! Is that who’s got you all twisted?” “Yeah, that’s the one,” I said. “That’s her.” “Mmm and she’s engaged to Michael Cavaughan? The Michael Cavaughan?!” Keith kept saying it like he couldn’t believe my dumb luck. “Yeah that’s her,” I said. “Well let’s go book this job, man. Cause you gonna need some dollars if you wanna compete with a man like that,” Keith broke it down to me like he was speaking the gospel truth. I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew he was right.

We took the subway down to Grand Central Station and walked over to Madison Avenue. Finally, we arrived at BBD&O, the advertising agency that was handling the Men’s Health Magazine account. When we stepped off the elevator the receptionist greeted us, “Sign in here, please. Then go through those doors to the left and then Stacy will give you your clothes.” As soon as we got through the doors Stacy grabbed us. She was a fairly attractive white girl, with black hair pulled back in a ponytail. “The clients are here and they aren’t too happy with the guys they’ve seen so far so I hope you guys can wow them!” “Don’t worry we will,” I said confident as usual for the three of us. “Don’t convince me. Convince them! Here are your clothes. You can get dressed in there. I’ll be back to get you in a few minutes,” Stacy said as she closed the door behind her.

Cool, cool, I thought to myself. We all got dressed quickly. I of course remembered to bring some baby oil to rub down all over my body. I know they gonna make us strip down to our briefs and when we do I wanna make sure it’s hot! This is going to be a 6 page spread and they’re going to be booking 5 guys for this edition and one guy will get the cover. I don’t know about my boys, but I was determined to make sure the cover was gonna be me!

I had just zipped up my pants when Stacy came to get us. She handed each of us a pair of black shades to wear. “Here guys, put these on. They’re going for the Matrix look. Hence the shades, the long black coats, the pants and shirts. You get the picture. When we open the door for you to enter the studio you will hear the music playing. The clients are in there sitting behind the table. I want you to give them attitude, sex and just be fucking bad ass, but cute. You know, like you are ready to kick ass, but they’re going to love it cause you’re the one doing the ass kicking.” Troy chimed in, “I feel you on that. I can do that.” “Good,” Stacy said. “You can strut your stuff, move to the music any way you want. The photographer will be taking pictures. Don’t worry about him. Just do your thing. We are not going to have you slate your name at this time. The client wants it to be mysterious. But don’t worry we will get your name afterwards.” Here it comes, I know she’s going to say it, I thought to myself, but she didn’t. Instead she said, “I know it sounds a little kinky, but just humor them. Make them want you damnit and the job is yours. Comprende? Understand?” “Got it!” we said in unison.

Finally the moment came and the door opened. J-Smash’s hit song KNOCK, KNOCK was blasting out of the speakers and the three of us entered the studio. The lights were so bright you couldn’t see any of the clients who were sitting behind the table, but we didn’t need to. We were on and the music was hot and seductive. We each strutted our stuff and kept moving to the beat as we pulsated and began to disrobe. Troy almost made me laugh when he started making noises like a tiger. Keith tried to top him by making a sound that sounded like something right out of THE LION KING. I said to myself, “Oh hell no, you guys are not going to stand me up. Hell to the fucking NO! That’s when I decided to seductively peel out of my pants. I don’t know where it came from, but I heard myself starting to hiss like a snake. I almost didn’t think that was going to work, but then I knew they were enjoying it because I heard one of the female clients ask some body to get her some water, cause she was about to lose her breath. Then I heard a man say, “Girlfriend you’re going to have to get it yourself, cause my ass is glued to this seat and I’m not moving unless there’s a second coming, but I do believe I done died and went to heaven cause I think I found God. Somebody get me my glasses I’m seeing triples!” “Your eyes are fine Jeffrey. You’re wearing them darling! And I think we’ve found three men for our magazine, but only one of you can be on the cover.” Slowly she walked over toward us and as she got closer I could see her clearly. She almost took my breath away, but before I could say anything she singled me out. “I want you,” she said. I pointed to myself almost in disbelief with a sly smile. “Yes you,” she said as she turned back to the other clients. “Gentlemen, I’m sure you can agree with me, this is the model for our cover for the next edition of MEN’S HEALTH MAGAZINE!” Then she turned back around to me and said, “You’ll be perfect. With you on the cover the magazine will fly off the shelves. Take off your shades. Let me see our lucky stud.” Happy that all three of us would be working on this job, and that I would get the cover I obliged and took off my shades and said, “As you wish.” She couldn’t have been more surprised than me when she said, “Justin!” “I’m glad you like what you see Mariah,” I said devilishly as Troy and Keith’s eyes nearly bugged out as they did a double take. I saw them out of the corner of my eyes and I knew what they were thinking, “Dayam, she’s hot!” I knew it, she knew it and so did everyone else who laid eyes on her. “Should I put my clothes back on?” I said to her as I smiled that smile that usually makes the girls get weak in the knees. “Yes, of course, . . . please do! All of you. You may get dressed . . . now,” she was tongue tied for once a

nd I was content, because now my search was through.”

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LOVIN' YOU by Van Dirk Fisher - Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Sound Prose Pose

Mario must have seen Michael enter the club, because now he was playing his favorite song SOUND PROSE POSE by hip-hop artist B. East. As photographers flashed their cameras everywhere, trying to get a picture of Michael as he descended the stairs, he paused for a moment to let them get his best side, which was every side as far as I was concerned. The camera loved him. Michael Cavaughan was a tall, dark and PHINE brother with chiseled features and a body so tight that when you saw his abs you knew he was more than a dime. His skin was like velvet chocolate, smooth and refined. His eyes were like Godiva chocolates, decadent and delectable, sweet and desirable, that when he looked at you, you simply wanted to eat him up, but now they were hidden behind Sean Jean shades. Not for attitude, but for that necessary protection, since the paparazzi seemed to follow his every move. His hair was closely cropped with a light sunny fade. His lips were moist and surrounded by dimples, that when he smiled revealed his pearly white teeth. Yeah he was PHINE. So PHINE and mellow that Alicia Keyes and Jill Scott wrote a song about him. In his ear, he wore a Cartier carat stud in a platinum setting. His hands were manicured and gave birth to a solitary gold ring that was strong and bold encrusted with diamonds. A Rolex watch played peek-a-boo with his tailored white suit, which you may have thought he designed himself, but no, it was Versace, of course! He could easily be mistaken for a model that graced the cover of GQ or DETAILS Magazine, but he wasn’t. Currently, he’s on the cover of VIBE and ESQUIRE wants him for their August edition. When he walks one would think he was floating on air, but his feet were protected by Gucci and sometimes Prada. He’s a record producer, an entrepreneur with his own restaurant and yacht, and a designer, with a brand appropriately named after him. He won the Perry Ellis Award and the coveted Council of Fashion Designers of America award for Designer of the Year, and beat veterans and previous winners Ralph Lauren and Michael Kors. Everybody loved him and bent over backwards to please him. That’s why he felt he was blessed. “He was God’s favorite,” some would say. Every project he developed turned to gold. Madison Avenue loved him. America loved him, but more importantly Mariah loved him.

Michael knew that Mariah was having her bachelor’s party at Chances tonight. Bobby told him that’s why they couldn’t go there, but Michael said he was going anyway because he had a surprise for her. Bobby said he didn’t like surprises and Cassandra was sure to be furious with him for bringing Michael here tonight, which meant when he got home he was going to have to start with her feet just to get a taste of her sweet sweet stuff. So Bobby pleaded, but Michael refused. And now, here they were. Well he tried, but Michael was determined. He had made up his mind. He was confident that Mariah would forgive him. And why wouldn’t she? After all he was Michael Cavaughan and nothing was too good for the woman he was going to marry.

Mariah felt somebody tapping her on her shoulder as she quickly remembered where she was and turned to see Cassandra’s face all bent out of shape with her eyebrows raised. “Cassandra, what is it now?” Mariah said impatiently. “What is it? What is it?!” Cassandra said baffled and perturbed. She thought to herself, “Look Missy. You’re lucky I’ve got eyes in the back of my head.” But instead she said, “Michael’s here.” “Here?!!” Mariah said as her jaw dropped to the floor, which quickly reminded Justin of her many hidden talents. “Yes baby girl, so close your mouth and take a deep breath, cause he’s headed this way,” Cassandra said as she stepped in front of Mariah to fix her hair and to make sure she was picture perfect for Michael’s arrival. “Oh, shit! How’s my lipstick?” Mariah said like Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard getting ready for her close-up. “It’s fine honey, if you like the natural look. Go like this.” Cassandra said as she pressed her lips together and wiped a smudge from Mariah’s face. Momma always said there would be days like this and a young lady had to learn how not to show everything on her face, so Mariah did as Cassandra said and took a deep breath.

Erica didn’t miss a beat. She was Mariah’s best girlfriend number two. Wearing a backless mini dress, she quickly stepped in front of Justin and placed his hands on her waist and said, “Tonight’s your lucky night sugar. Mariah’s man is here. Now follow my lead and you’ll be rewarded later.” Then she planted a long passionate kiss on him that was deep. So deep you would have thought she was trying to see what he had for breakfast, lunch and dinner. “What the hell,” Justin thought to himself. He didn’t like Erica, but he knew if he wanted to see Mariah again, he better act like it. So he closed his eyes and held her close and thought of Mariah. Erica felt a warm tingly sensation in her lower region as Justin’s hands caressed her lower back. What had she gotten herself into? It had been a while since a man touched her like that and it felt good. Her body seemed to come alive with his touch and she felt Justin’s body relax and now he was kissing her back. Mmmmm and he was a good kisser too. All she knew was that she was lucky her partner Keisha wasn’t here, cause if she was, all hell would have broke loose. Mariah owed her big time and she knew it. She’d have to pay Prada a visit to buy something special for Erica, but she’s worth it. She’s lucky Erica loved her, but what are girlfriends for?

Mariah could feel Michael’s eyes on her back as Cassandra’s smile spread wide and she said, “Look who’s here Mariah. Looks like someone couldn’t stand being away from you tonight.” Mariah quickly turned around and her eyes met Michael’s eyes and she wondered what he would say. “Looks like you’ve been busy,” Michael said, in a rich deep baritone, that made Mariah’s Victoria’s Secret panties wet. Michael had that effect on her and he seemed to relish that fact when he discovered that to be the case. Mariah tried to keep her composure and somehow managed a little smile. “Yeah, dancing my ass off. I love this place. Mario’s slammin. He always has the latest beats.” She gave Michael a look over and instantly knew why she was in love with him. He had impeccable taste and whenever she was in the room with him he always made her feel like she was the most important person in his life. “What are you doing here baby?” she said slyly as she gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. His eyes were piercing, as if he was looking deep into the bottom of her soul. “Ah, wouldn’t you like to know?” he said as if he was withholding something. “Yes, I would,” Mariah said, as a bead of sweat crept down the back of her neck. Cassandra felt the tension mounting too, but didn’t know if it was just her imagination or was Michael simply having fun at their expense. “You know Michael is up to something Mariah. I can see it in his eyes,” Cassandra said as she let out some air, as if the girdle she was wearing was about to burst and expose her true size. “Cassandra’s right, and I see I got here in the nick of time. I’m sorry to have to interrupt your evening of fun,” Michael said desperately waiting to let the cat out of the bag. “Don’t be silly baby,” Mariah said. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Erica couldn’t hear everything that was being said and she knew Justin’s arm was still around her waist so she decided to step forward and say, “Well, aren’t you going to introduce me to your man?” Mariah was speechless. What was Erica going to say? I hope she doesn’t try to pass Justin off as her boyfriend because I already told Michael that she was gay. “Well don’t,” Erica continued. “I’m Erica and this is an old flame of mine, Justin.” Erica extended her hand and Michael graciously accepted it. “Nice to meet you. Mmmmm,” Michael thought she was gorgeous and loved her doe shaped eyes and sassy hair cropped short and sexy. “Mariah’s told me a lot about you. She said you could still turn heads and she wasn’t lying,” he smiled devilishly and took her in and then looked at Justin. “How are you doing man? Michael Cavaughan here.” Justin smiled that smile, playa to playa. He knew game when he saw it, and now he met his match. So this is why Mariah hasn’t been returning my calls, he thought to himself. Mmmmm. Michael shook Justin’s hand and it was firm and strong as if they were testing each other’s strength, but on the sly. “I know who you are Mr. Cavaughan,” Justin grinned. “I’ve seen your picture in the papers.” “Call me Michael man. All that mister shit makes me feel old.” Cassandra jumped to his defense, “You’ve earned the respect Mister so don’t knocked it.” Michael knew she was right so he just laughed. Mariah laughed too even though she didn’t know why she was laughing and then she said as if she almost forgot to introduce her other girl friends, “Oh, Michael, this is Sherell and this is Monique.” Sherell was a little diva, a pretty little thing. She was a corporate lawyer and still single. Monique was a full figure woman with curves to delight any man who loved having some meat to hold onto and she knew it. “I’m Bobby,” he said as he stepped forward and shook everyone’s hand and then looked at Cassandra and said, “Baby, I’m sorry, but it was his idea.” Then he gave her a kiss. She started to give him her cheek but thought why be cruel, the night is young so she kissed him on the lips. Michael introduced the rest of his posse, “This is Tony, Jay-T and Bonez.” They all shook hands. Tony was macked out in a charcoal gray suit, while Jay-T was wearing a silver gray suit with a fedora. Bonez was wearing a black and white outfit and just knew he was the shit. And Bobby was wearing all black. All the guys worked with Michael and knew him for years. Bobby was the newest addition. He was Michael’s driver. Michael hired him as a favor to Mariah and Cassandra. He knew his place and was grateful for the job. Michael treated him like a brother or uncle for that matter. And Bobby was very protective of him. “Let’s get a table in the VIP section,” Michael said as he put his arm around Mariah and lead the way.

“Sure, whatever you say baby,” Mariah acquiesced, relieved and happy as she turned to beckon the rest to follow. Justin caught her eyes and smiled a knowing smile as if to say, “You lucky Michael didn’t come in here a few minutes earlier while we were kissing.” But Mariah didn’t care. All was well. She had come back to earth and Michael was at her side and she was with the man she loved and in two weeks she would be Ms. Mariah Cassi Cavaughan.

When they arrived at the VIP section there were four tables reserved for them as if they had been expecting them. Yes, Michael was up to something, Mariah knew it. He was too happy. He beamed with pride as if he was happy to show her off to the world. The interior to the VIP section was designed with impeccable taste in leather, velvet and chrome that was bold and soft in shades of burgundy, fuchsia and cream. The lighting was warm and inviting. Dim enough to entertain naughty thoughts with candle lights to set off a glow to make sure no mistakes were made. As soon as they were seated five waiters arrived with champagne glasses and several bottles of Cristal Louis Roederer 1999 Rose. There were at least 6 bottles and Mariah knew they cost at least $1,200 a piece, because Michael had her order a case one day for his penthouse on central park west. Money was no object to him, but a means to an end to acquire more wealth.

After every glass was filled, Michael rose and made a toast, “To Mariah, thanks for coming into my life and making me feel complete. You are like an angel sent to me from heaven above and I will always cherish you and honor you by my side every day of my life. I love you and I can’t wait until that special day when I look into your eyes and I hear you say, “I do” and I can call you my wife. I love you baby.” After that last declaration, he bent down and kissed her and then from his breast pocket produced a diamond necklace, which he proceeded to place around her neck. “May I?” he asked permission, as if she might be stupid enough to deny him, but of course she didn’t, as a single tear fell from her eyes. “Why are you crying? I can take it back if you don’t like it,” he said. “No I love it silly. I love it,” as he clasp the necklace on her. “I’m just so very happy,” Mariah said. “I love you Michael. You complete me too,” as she gave him another kiss and they embraced. Everyone applauded who was in earshot of the toast and several people had tears in their eyes. Including Justin, but his tears were tears of sorrow because he knew his chances of winning her back were slim. What could he offer her? Nothing compared to the lifestyle Michael could provide for her. That truth only made it a bitter pill to swallow as a lump developed in his throat, and he hoped no one would detect the true source of his pain. She loved Michael. Justin could see that, but that didn’t stop him from loving her too. And he knew Mariah loved him as well. Michael may touch her in a special place, but he knew his love for her was deeper and not for the obvious reasons. Yes, Justin Holmes had his work cut out for him and he wasn’t about to sit this one out without putting up a fight.

Mariah was standing with Michael as her girlfriends congratulated her and got a closer look at her necklace. And out of the corner of her eye she caught Justin’s eyes. Was he crying too? Oh please, she thought to herself, I can’t begin to think of this. Can’t he see that I’m happy? Yes, we had something in the past and yes, maybe for a moment seeing him, aroused feelings from the past, but I’ve moved on and so must he. Let’s be real! Just then, Erica touched Justin on his head and rubbed her hand gently across his face as if she sensed he was having a problem with these proceedings and wanted to comfort him. How dare Erica touch him like that? Mariah felt a pang of jealousy even though she knew it was senseless. Then suddenly Michael whispered into her ear, “Baby would you like to dance?” Mariah turned to Michael as if she were coming out of a dream, “Sure, baby. Let’s dance.” She looked radiant, Michael thought to himself as he led her to the dance floor. Mario saw them and knew exactly what to do. As they started dancing the lights dimmed and a spotlight found them and the disco ball cast a thousand stars across the nightclub’s sky. Soon everyone else stopped dancing as if they knew this moment was only meant for these two lovers.

“You know, I planned all of this, right?” Michael confessed. Mariah felt like she was going to cry as her eyes welled up with tears. “Did you?” she said. “Yes, baby, I did,” Michael said. “I wanted this night to be perfect for you and I wanted to be the one to share it with you.” Mariah wiped away a tear and said, “It’s wonderful Michael. It’s more than I could have ever imagined. I love it.” They stopped dancing and the crowd applauded. Then Michael led her to some seats as the dance floor became a runway and a fashion show began. “What’s this?” Mariah asked. Michael delighted in her childlike glee. “It’s a fashion show. I asked Roberto Cavalli to give you a preview of his Spring Collection so you could pick something to wear while we’re on our honeymoon.” “Roberto Cavalli? Oh, my God, I love his designs. He’s my favorite!” she exclaimed as she planted a kiss on his cheek. “I know,” Michael laughed. “That’s why he’s here. Now sit back and enjoy the show. I’ve already seen a couple of outfits that I want to see you in before I rip them off of you!”

“Who could ask for more,” Mariah thought to herself, as the camera’s light bulbs flashed everywhere to capture this momentous event! Mariah loved the attention. And the thought of Justin slowly slipped to the back of her mind.

Mario pumped up the volume as the crowd cheered and applauded as the models strut their stuff. It was a night to remember and magical, and after the crowd had cleared, Justin realized that he forgot to get Mariah’s address. He knew that she had moved and he didn’t even know where she worked. All he had was her number and he was sure that after tonight she was going to block his number for good. Dayum, what was he going to do now? Erica had already left him and said she had to go home to her girl. She said, no hard feelings, but her act was over and she had to level with him. Justin was relieved and laughed to himself, because part of him was hoping that Erica could help him forget Mariah. Well at least for tonight anyway, but now it was just him. Him and his hard-on. He finished his drink and set the glass down on the table near the DJ’s booth. As he walked by the DJ’s booth again, Mario said, “Good night man. You should come out on Sunday nights. The crowd is off the hook bruh.” Justin just grinned that knowing smile, “Is it?” Mario smiled as he took a sip of his drink hoping the ice would cool him off a bit. “Yeah. I could leave your name at the door if you like,” Mario said. “No doubt. That’s wassup son! Dat’s wassup. My name’s Justin. Justin Holmes,” he said as he put his hands in his pockets to see if had his ticket for his coat check. It was there, but so was his . . . . never mind he thought to himself. I need to take my ass home. “Aiight Holmes, see you Sunday,” Mario said as the last song played out.

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LOVIN' YOU by Van Dirk Fisher - Chapter One

LOVIN' YOU - Chapter One

LOVIN' YOU, a novel and a musical by the same name by Van Dirk Fisher.

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Place: Chances Night Club. Time: After midnight.

Song: GET LOOSE by Christina is playing.

Chapter One: Get Loose

It’s Valentine’s Day and the sweet scent of love is in the air. It’s thick and smooth, sweet and strong. Intoxicatingly and hypnotically filling the nostrils of every human being bold enough to step out on a night like this with an aroma of sex so strong that if you dared to do something naughty you could swear it wasn’t your fault. Cupid’s playing a game and he’s picking his subjects with much delight, and if his arrow hits you, you’ll quickly discover that you’re simply his puppet so you might as well give in. Besides it’s better that way. The less you resist the easier it’s all going to go down. And isn’t that what everyone wants anyway?

It’s Friday night. A little after midnight in New York and the moon is full, giving everyone a good excuse to bust loose, get buck wild and drop it like it’s hot! The place to be on a night like this is Chances Night Club, and Mario, the dj, is rockin’ the house and pumping it so good that you can hear the people on the dance floor moan with pleasure. Oh yeah, he’s that good and he knows it, as a sweet smile slides across his face revealing a seductive smile with a promise that it’s going to get hot and you’re going to love it. A hot stud, Mario knew he could have any girl in this club if he wanted them and any man for that matter. He was that fine and he knew it. His skin was so smooth and golden caramel that it glistened as he worked up a sweat spinning the beats to Christina’s hit song GET LOOSE. And that’s exactly what everyone was doing as the song filled the air. The vibe was electric. Everyone was dressed to impress and hopefully would find that special someone to make the night complete.

Justin, a tall glass of chocolate that could give Tyson Beckford a run for his money, was getting his drink on when this girl stepped up to him and tried to lure him to the dance floor. She was hot and was snatched from head to toe in an outfit that left very little to the imagination. She had the goods, but Justin never liked it when women threw themselves at him. He wanted to work for it. He wanted to be in control. She kept fawning over him, but he wasn’t having any of it. He wanted to say something, but didn’t want to be rude. Finally she got the message and moved on to the next guy longing for attention. Dayum he wished women would just let him be the man and take that shit when he wanted it and how he wanted it. But when they saw him they couldn’t help themselves. That’s because Justin oozed sex, but when it was too easy to acquire he wasn’t interested. Plain and simple, he liked the attention, but preferred being the one to make the first move. He loved to tantalize a woman until she begged for him to rip her clothes off and take that shit. He had skills and he knew it. He wasn’t conceited, but he also wasn’t interested in a quickie. If he was going to make love to a woman he was going to do it right, and she was going to remember that he touched her in a way that she would scream his name and only his name, over and over again until they both lay there spent from reaching an orgasm so good that you would swear you died and went to heaven. But there weren’t many women who could satisfy him to completion. When they saw the size of his dick they would shiver and their eyes would bug out as their lips voluntarily became moist in anticipation of what’s to come. Most women couldn’t take him all the way, but there was one woman who could and her name was Mariah. She was a class act, tall and sexy, with long legs that seemed to extend forever. Justin always liked a woman with sexy legs. He liked running his fingers up and down them and massaging their feet. It turned him on, especially, when they wrapped their legs around him and gave him the pleasure of sucking each toe as if they were a delectable piece of fruit meant to be sucked on and licked until they screamed with delight.

God must have been reading his mind, because as he finished his drink and wrapped his tongue around the cherry in his glass and pulled on it ever so gently, the stem gave way and juice squirted out from it’s core. The taste was so sweet he thought of Mariah again and then suddenly, as if in a dream, he laid eyes on her as she descended the stairs entering the club with her entourage of girls behind her. She didn’t see him, but how could she? When the light he illuminated upon seeing her would have blinded anyone who looked at him. His pulse began to quicken as a single bead of sweat raced down his neck, heading straight for his navel to hold conference with his dawgs below that they were now beginning to stir as if someone had told them it was now worth making an appearance at this party. They had a mind of their own and Justin could hear them barking, standing erect and tall, demanding to be let out.

Mariah was beautiful as ever. The lights in the club seemed to love her as they followed her as her girlfriends led her to the dance floor. Her hair caressed her shoulders bouncing with delight that they had it going on as she smiled and moved her hips with such grace that only Beyonce could envy. Her dress flowed with a motion that seemed perfectly designed to embrace her body. Her skin glistened and glowed a golden hue like Krispy Crème donuts, sweet to taste and soft to touch. Yeah, Justin remembered her well. Who could forget a girl like Mariah? She was a class act. Her nipples stood erect and firm, but hidden behind a veil of fabric meant to tease and please. She was radiant as she danced with her girls. “GET LOOSE!” Christina sang out loud and seductive, as the dance crowd reached a frenzy of ecstasy! Mariah’s back was to him, but that didn’t bother Justin, because he loved approaching her from behind and so did she. Each step he took brought him closer to her and he could hear his dawgs barking louder and louder as if to say, “Dats wassup yo, we got this man, we got this!” Mario pumped the music up as Justin made his way across the room. She would be surprised to see him, especially after the last time she saw him. But he knew she would forgive him, because now he was free. He was his own man and he was ready to take the plunge. That is if she would have him. And if she did, he vowed he would never make the mistake he made before and that was to let her get away. She started to back up towards him, her hands swaying in the air, waving like she just didn’t care. And that’s when he touched her. His hands found her waist, ever so gently, like so many times before, and his hips joined the rhythm of hers and he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “Guess who?”

But before she could answer he kissed her neck. Startled she pulled away and turned to see who had been so bold to touch her in such a familiar way. “Justin!” she whispered as if she had seen a ghost. “What are you doing here?” she said loud enough for him to hear. “Dancing. Chillin with my boys,” he said, not taking his eyes off of her. Involuntarily he licked his lips, “Dayum you look good Mariah.”

“Thanks,” she blushed. “You don’t look so bad yourself. I’m here with my girlfriends.” He sensed her uneasiness, but couldn’t figure out why. Wasn’t she glad to see him? “So I see,” he said as he took her hands and squeeze them gently. “Mmmmmmmm. You look great, happy.”

“I am,” she said, trying not to look him directly in the eyes for too long. Justin had that effect on women, and soon her resistance would fade and Mariah knew she had to be strong. “Would you like to go some place to get a bite to eat? Some place quieter?” he said, knowing that if he was going to make his move it was not going to be on the dance floor or in a nightclub for that matter. His dawgs were still barking, and Justin knew that if Mariah looked down she would know that he was more than happy to see her.

“No, actually I’m here celebrating with my girls,” she said as her lips parted as if they were begging to be kissed. “Well I can wait. I have all night,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere. That is, if you’ll still have me,” he said as he stepped closer to her that he could feel her breath on his chest. Mariah placed her hands on his chest. She could feel his dawgs brushing up against her and he knew it as he smiled at her. “Yeah, that’s wassup,” he hoped that she could read his thoughts. She did and she could feel his pulse and it was racing and pounding louder than ever, as his dawgs were begging to be let out so they could do their thing, but he was taking too damn long. “Don’t say anything, yet,” he said as he bent in to kiss her gently on the lips. “I only want to hear the word, “Yes.” He pulled her closer to him as her hands found their way around his neck and then suddenly as if no one else was in the club but them, they kissed passionately as her girlfriends stopped dancing and stood dumbfounded and in shock.

Mariah’s best girl friend, Cassandra, was not having it. After all it was her duty to make sure Mariah didn’t get into any trouble and if she was it was not going to happen on her watch. Not on her watch! No one was going to blame her for suggesting they go to Chances for a girl’s night out and then find out some shit like this happened. What was Mariah thinking? Cassandra didn’t know, but she was about to find out. So with one hand on her hip and the other raised in the air as if to stop traffic, she said, “Mariah, baby, I know he’s not your cousin, and even if he was you seem to be enjoying that kiss too damn much for someone who’s suppose to be getting married in two weeks.” Cassandra tapped Mariah on her shoulder desperately trying to snap her out of making the mistake of her life. “Girlfriend, did you forget about Michael, your fiancé?!!” That question seemed to be enough to pour a little water on the two of them that even Justin had to step back and catch his breath. “Fiancé? Fiancé?” he said it twice as if the second time would grant him the response he wanted to hear. “Please tell me she’s joking.” “Read my lips,” Cassandra said as if she was talking to her fifth grade class that she teaches on the lower east side. “No, she’s not,” Mariah said, as she glared at Cassandra as if she had just sentenced her to a life in prison without parole. “Justin, the last time I saw you I thought you weren’t interested in me. Besides you were engaged with a baby on the way. What was there for me to stick around for? I wasn’t interested in sharing you and I had no intention of being the other woman.”

“Point well taken. I didn’t know what I wanted at the time. Later I found out the baby wasn’t mine, and after you left, I knew I had made the wrong decision. Mariah, I love you.” She started to pull away, but he grabbed her hands. “I want you.” He kissed her passionately as Michael enters the club with his boys in tow. “Oh, shit!” Cassandra thought to herself as she spotted them. Bobby fucked up again. She told him that she and the girls were taking Mariah to Chances and he was supposed to take Michael to the 40 40 Club. She made that perfectly clear and Bobby promised her that he would, but she knew why he was here. He was here to keep an eye on her. He was the jealous type and he couldn’t bear the thought of her dancing with any other man, but him. She loved Bobby and she loved the attention, but this shit didn’t fly to well with her. Why would she step out on him? Bobby treated her well. Gave her everything she wanted and she did everything in her power to let him know she only had eyes for him. But it wasn’t her he was worried about. It was all the other dawgs he was afraid would come sniffing once they caught a whiff of her scent. He said it drives him crazy and whenever they were out in public he couldn’t wait to take her home so they could make love over and over again. So now she had to earn her title of maid of honor and she had to prevent Michael from discovering what was about to go down. “Time to alert and divert,” Cassandra thought to herself as she tapped Mariah on the shoulder, but it was too late and Michael was quickly headed this way.