Nobody's Girl (22 page)

-Drake, “Wu-Tang Forever”

 

J.R's Compton Most Wanted tour had finally reached St. Louis and Farrah was overflowing with excitement. She hadn't seen him since he flew her out to Germany during the first leg of his tour. Between both of their hectic schedules it'd been damn near impossible for them to link up since. But God had finally shown his favor and brought them back together. Farrah couldn't exit her car and enter the Scottrade building quick enough.

Her heart hadn't truly beaten since she last saw his beautiful chocolate face. The walk to the stage where he was going over sound check seemed like an eternity. Farrah wished she had the speed of a cheetah so she could get to him faster. She didn't want to spend another second apart from J.R. Then she spotted him out of the crowd of people on the stage. There he was on stage talking to the band.

His drummer tapped him on the arm and pointed in Farrah's direction to let him know she was there. J.R. turned around and locked eyes with her. Nothing about her had changed. She was still the prettiest girl in the world. Her bright smile lit up the entire arena. J.R. didn't hesitate to hop down from the stage and greet her with a big hug.

“Promise me we'll never stay apart that long again.” Farrah's eyes instantly welled up with tears, upon his touch.

“I promise,” J.R. whispered, kissing her neck and ear.

Neither of them cared that they were surrounded by an area full people. To J.R. and Farrah they were the only ones in the room. All that mattered was them cherishing the fact that they were back in each other's arms again.

“You gon' fuck around and make me fall in love with you,” J.R. said.

“I thought you already did.” Farrah played along.

“Only on Thursdays.”

“It must be my lucky day 'cause today is Thursday,” she laughed.

“Would you look at that.” J.R. smiled fondly at her.

He didn't want to, but J.R. had to end their cakin' session and return to the stage to finish his sound check. After that he was all hers.

“Baby, I gotta get back on stage. You mind sitting out here and watching my sound check?”

“No, I would love to.”

“Now I remember why I love you.” He kissed her. “You want something to drink or eat? 'Cause this is gonna take a minute.”

“Oooh yes, nachos please.” Farrah did a happy dance.

“You got it.” J.R. winked.

For an hour and a half Farrah sat in the center of the audience and watched her man do this thing. J.R. was a beast on stage. He commanded the stage. Every word he spoke like it was his last. Seeing him in action turned Farrah on to the fullest extent. By the time sound check was over her panties were soaked. J.R. had no idea how riled up she was until they entered his dressing room and Farrah pushed him up against the wall and began to have her way with him.

Dropping her purse to the floor, she held onto his face and kissed him back.

“Damn, I missed you,” J.R. whispered as he lifted her up.

“I missed you too,” she moaned.

Lifting her skirt, he reached for her thong to push it aside. He realized that she had on a pair of crotchless panties. He looked up and smiled in a conspiratorial way at her, then he unzipped his jeans and let them fall around his ankles. Gliding his way in, he grabbed her waist and stroked. With their eyes focused on his dick, Farrah held onto J.R.'s neck while letting out moans of ecstasy. She knew in her heart that she couldn't continue to play with J.R.'s feelings, but at that moment she had to have one more night of his good loving.

Farrah's neck was so close to his mouth that J.R. had no other choice but to lick and suck it. His hands gripped her waist as he relished the feeling her pussy gave him. He already made up in his mind that no other chick's pussy could feel the same. He almost felt as if he acquired a drug habit messing with Farrah. Her pussy was that addictive. Slowing down a bit, he made sure that every stroke spoke what he was feeling. Intently, he gazed into her eyes while pumping slow and hard.

Staring back at him, Farrah bit into her bottom lip and moaned in delight. She wanted to say something back with her body, but her heart wouldn't allow her to. She pressed up against his chest and she rubbed his back and kissed his ear. Kicking his shoes and pants off, J.R. took her over to the rug by the door, laid her down, and took his shirt off. Now on top of her, he pushed her shirt up and kissed her stomach.

“Ooh!”

Pushing her bra up over her breasts, he began to nibble and suck her nipples while still stroking her.

“You want it deeper?”

“Yes!”

He grabbed her legs, held them in the air, then balanced himself on his knees and pumped faster.

“Ohh, J,R! Baby, please, I can't take it,” Farrah begged.

“I like it when you scream my name like that.”

J.R. spread her legs open and slowed it down for her. Taking his thumb, he played with her clit. The combination of his thumb and his dick drove Farrah crazy.

“Ohh, J.R! Baby, it's yours!”

“Goddamn, yo' pussy drippin' wet. It's drippin' wet for me, baby?” J.R. teased as he felt her nearing an orgasm.

“Yes! Ohh, yes! Yes—ahh, J.R.! Ohh,” she squealed as she was about to cum.

“Baby, I'm cumming,” J.R. grunted as he came inside of her.

Still cumming, Farrah lay on the floor and held her legs because they were shaking uncontrollably. Panting, she tried to steady her breath, but found it hard to since J.R. was standing above her naked. The sight of his dick alone caused her to cum again. Looking at her, he put his clothes back on. Pulling her bra and shirt back down, she attempted to stand up, but failed.

J.R. reached his hand out to help her and lifted her up off the floor. Standing up, she tried to walk to her office, but she still felt weak and her leg went out on her. Almost falling, she was grabbed by J.R. before she hit the floor.

“You a'ight?”

“I'm fine.” Farrah pushed him away. “I can stand up on my own.” Embarrassed, she got an attitude yet again.

J.R. laughed.

 

 

“Man, you don't' know how happy I am that the show is over and that I get to chill wit' you for the next couple of days.” J.R. held Farrah's hand as they entered her home.

“Me too.” Farrah unlocked the door and led him in. “So this is my house,” she said as they walked into the kitchen and living room area. With their busy schedules, J.R. had never been able to make it to her place until now.

“It's dope.” He looked around her decor. “Where is your room?”

“Upstairs.” She pointed toward the staircase.

“You wanna put your stuff down and go out onto the balcony?”

“Yeah.” J.R. sat his luggage down onto the floor and followed her outside.

A brisk, cold wind swept over them as Farrah leaned on the balcony and looked out over the city. J.R. stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist. It didn't even matter how cold it was outside anymore. J.R.'s body heat made her warm.

“Words can't even describe how happy I am that you're here. Like you being here puts everything back into perspective.”

“Everything like what?” J.R. questioned.

Farrah knew better than to tell him she had bumped into Mills. Or that she had been questioning her decision to divorce him. It would kill him and crush any future that they could potentially have together.

“Like that God brought us together for a reason. You make my life worth living. No other man has ever made me feel so at peace. There's no drama or remorse with you. You just make loving you so easy.”

“That's the way it's supposed to be. Loving someone shouldn't be hard.”

Deep down somewhere in her subconscious Farrah knew that J.R.'s words were true, but how could she truly believe that when all she'd ever known was heartache and betrayal? Every man that she'd ever given her heart to used her up and then discarded her emotions like it was yesterday's trash. She always gave more than she got back in return. She always put her all on the line.

No man had ever really truly cherished her heart, so how was she to trust that what she shared with J.R. was true? She believed the best in every man she'd ever dated, only to get the absolute worse out of them. She had to give it to J.R., though. He'd shown her nothing but the best of him so far. She hadn't found one flaw in him yet, which scared the hell outta her.

He is what she'd cried and asked God to give her for so long. She'd asked God for a man who was a faithful, God-fearing man, who was trustworthy, honest, loyal, supportive, loving, caring, emotionally available, knew how to communicate, not abusive, driven, smart, funny, successful, spontaneous, charismatic, a provider, respectful, not a cheater, and would love her unconditionally. J.R. possessed every one of those qualities and some she'd never even mentioned. It scared Farrah that she could be so close to eternal bliss. To think that it was so close that she could reach and touch it was unfathomable.

“What you thinkin' about?” J.R. rested his chin on her shoulder.

“I just remembered that I have this charity event tomorrow that I cannot miss,” she half told the truth. “It's being thrown by Billie Christianson. She's an influential socialite here in St. Louis. Her opinion of you can make you or break you in this town, so it is a must that I attend. You're not mad, are you?” She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Nah, do you thing. I'll just chill here until you get back. I need to catch up on some rest anyway.”

“I'll only be gone a few hours. As soon as it's over, I'll be right back here putting this hand down on you.”

After spending the entire night, morning, and afternoon making love, laughing, and eating, Farrah was up getting dressed for the charity event. She stood in front of her full-length mirror, putting the finishing touches on her outfit. Farrah was simply divine with her hair pulled back in a sleek top knot. The only makeup she wore was a blood wine-color lipstick and mascara. The dress she rocked was gold, silk, spaghetti strapped, and backless. She wore no earrings or necklace, just a gold Cartier love bracelet gifted from J.R.

J.R. lay in bed, pretending to watch the basketball on TV, but really he was watching her. She was something beautiful. Farrah had no idea just how much he loved her. From the moment they met he knew that she was the one for him. No other woman on the planet made him feel the way she did. In time, he wanted to marry her and have kids. First he wanted to travel the world with her and show her how much she was truly loved by him. He'd swim across the ocean for her. Anything she wanted he was willing to try his best to provide.

“Okay baby,” Farrah turned around and posed.

“How do I look?”

“Stunning as always.”

“Really, you mean it?”

“Fuck yeah. You making me wanna get up and go wit' you. Muthafuckas getting ready to be on you.”

“I ain't think about none of these fuck niggas out here. You got my heart.” She leaned over for a kiss.

J.R. kissed her long and hard. He wanted to give her something to think about while she was gone.

“You sure you don't want to put that dick up in me before I go?” She pulled up her dress.

“If I fuck you yo' ass staying home,” J.R. said bluntly.

“You ain't never lied. That dick be putting me right to sleep.”

“Right, so take yo' ass on before I change my mind.” J.R. handed her purse to her.

“Okay, well I love you. I'll be back as soon as I can.” Farrah sashayed out of the room.

Farrah was about to walk into the ballroom when she remembered she was supposed to buy breath mints on her way there. Luckily, there was a convenience store right across the street so she didn't have to get back in her car and drive anywhere. She made her way into the store and grabbed the breath mints. She was searching for some change in her purse to pay for them when out of the corner of her eye she saw a picture of J.R. and the woman he was with the night of the BET Awards. Next to that picture, there was another picture of the same girl smiling, wearing a pastel yellow baby-doll dress. Right under the breast area was a white ribbon that tied into a perfect bow to accentuate a plump, round pregnant belly. She picked up the
Us Weekly
magazine and her heart dropped when she read the headline:
Compton rapper J.R. is having his first child! Lizzette Perez says she couldn't be happier!

Farrah felt like she had just had the wind knocked out of her. She grabbed the magazine and the mints, threw a twenty-dollar bill on the counter, and ran out of the store. She found a bench on the sidewalk and began to read the full article. According to the article, Lizzette—or Lizzy, as she preferred to be called—was carrying J.R.'s baby and was five months' pregnant. She claimed she had tried to contact J.R. numerous times, but he would not return her calls. She went on stating that the last time she had seen or spoken to him was at the BET Awards when he left the after party with Farrah Mills. In the article, Farrah was being made out to be a home wrecker, messing up Lizzy and J.R.'s happy relationship. What didn't help was the fact that the article pointed out she was married when all of this happened.