You Needed Me: A Love Story Read online

  I had different bitches for different things. Some I only hit for head, and some I only hit for pussy. It was rare that a girl could do both well, but when I found one that could, I would keep her around; maybe. Until then, TQ was gonna continue to stick and dip.

  We pulled up in front of Glitter and just peeped the scene for a little bit before I pulled around back by an alley. Rhys looked to make sure we were by the exit of the club, and then I slowly pulled over and parked by it. We got out of the car, and came back around from the other corner so we could throw someone off in case they were being nosey.

  “Hey TQ,” some bird waved to me while walking with her friends up to the entrance of Glitter. I ain’t know much about weaves or hair period, but I knew the shit wasn’t supposed be all high and bumpy like that.

  “What’s good, ma?” I stated nonchalantly, and Rhys laughed when I shook my head ‘no’ to him.

  “Hey Rhys.” She glanced at him, then looked back to me. “You and your brother want some company tonight?” she asked once all of us reached the entrance.

  “Take care of yourself, ma,” was all I said.

  “What?” she yelped, not understanding me. That was my point, I didn’t care that my answer wasn’t a sufficient one. Looking the way that she did meant we had nothing to talk about.

  “He’s right over there, getting a lap dance like everything is all good,” Rhys pointed to Arnoldo as we stood up against the wall of the dark club.

  “Bitch ass nigga,” I shook my head.

  “Hey,” I heard a sweet voice say. I looked down to see the home girl, Hayden.

  Hayden was beautiful with brown skin, long hair, and she was thick in all the right places. I loved fucking her and I had no plans on stopping. She was fucking with this dude named Peel, and he worked for one of my distributors named Gang. I didn’t give a fuck about her being his girl; the pussy was cool, but the head was even better so I was gonna continue to fuck with her.

  I met Hayden in high school and we used to fuck around a lot back then. She got mad because I wouldn’t be her nigga, so she got with Peel to make me jealous. Only I wasn’t the jealous type, so that shit didn’t work for her at all. Now here she was, years later, stuck with him but still chasing me. I had no idea if he knew that I was smashing his bitch or not, and honestly I didn’t care.

  “Sup Hayden,” I hugged her close to me.

  “What you got going on tonight?”

  “Aye, go to my crib and I will meet you there in a little bit, some shit is about to pop off,” I told her once Rhys let me know it was time.

  “Okay baby,” she squealed with excitement almost, and rushed off to grab her belongings.

  Once I saw her slip out, Rhys and I discreetly made our way closer to Arnoldo. He was sitting on the side in the dark, with some chick popping her ass in his lap. Rhys and I stayed close to the wall, then when I gave him the head nod, he took his silenced gun and popped him on the side of the head. His body slumped, and the stripper continued dancing lazily in his lap, not even realizing it. By the time she did and began screaming at the top of her lungs, Rhys and I were already out the back door and speeding off in the Escalade.

  “Too easy.” Rhys shook his head as he lit another blunt for us.

  “I don’t even know why niggas cross us. It’s rare, but they still do it for some reason.”

  As we got farther away from Glitter, the police sirens faded more and more. We didn’t have shit to worry about because Glitter had no cameras, and even then, niggas were too scared to run their mouths on a Quinton nigga.

  “Drop me at the hotel.”

  “Nigga, Summer gon’ fuck you up if you don’t come home tonight,” I chuckled referring to Rhys’ girlfriend.

  Rhys and Summer had been together since she was in ninth grade and he was in twelfth, a decade ago. Rhys loved Summer, he really did, but he barely spent the night at their crib because they fought too damn much. He was nothing like me and my younger brothers, Lendsey and Britain, but shit, they were worse than me. Those niggas smashed a different bitch for every day of the week it seemed. They were always dogging bitches out. I can’t tell you how many times chicks have gotten into fights over them. Britain was the worst of us all, then Lendsey, and then me.

  Rhys only fucked around on Summer once with some bitch named Lisa, and he refused to let it happen again. Especially because the bitch he fucked with turned crazy and has been harassing him ever since. I couldn’t lie though, his determination to remain faithful was commendable. I just hated that Summer refused to believe him, which is why she fussed so much. He really loved her ass though, was straight crazy about her. Only bad thing about Rhys was his temper. He was hot headed and would blow up over the smallest shit.

  “Man, Summer is gonna go off on me whether I come home or go to the hotel. I really don’t know how I can convince her insecure ass that I’m all about her.”

  “Well start off by making sure Lisa stops calling your phone constantly.”

  “Lisa is like a fuckin’ harmless fly. I barely have my personal phone like that, so it don’t bother me,” he shrugged.

  “But it bothers Summer.”

  “What doesn’t bother Summer?” he looked over at me before we both chuckled.

  “True.”

  I dropped Rhys off at the hotel he damn near lived at, and then sped home so I could have Hayden suck me to sleep. Once I got to my apartment in Brighton, I saw her standing outside waiting like a dummy.

  “Fuck you standing outside for like niggas wouldn’t rape and kill you?” I hissed as I pulled the door open to the building for her. Brighton was by no means the hood, but muthafuckas acted crazy everywhere.

  “I knew you were coming soon.”

  “Yeah, aight.”

  As soon as we got up to my apartment, I opened some Hennessy and poured it into two glasses. I went and changed into some black jogger sweats and socks, leaving myself shirtless, then returned to the living room.

  “I heard you and your brothers are coming out to Gang’s party tomorrow,” she sipped her drink and removed her shoes.

  “We are. It’s Lendsey’s twenty-fourth birthday so we wanna celebrate for him.”

  “How are you gonna go to Gang’s party and let Lendsey take over?”

  “Watch and see. If I hit you tomorrow night for some good, you better come.”

  “I will, TQ, you know I would rather be with you than Peel anyway. I think he’s gonna propose, and if you keep up your bullshit I’m gonna say yes.”

  “Ma, if you’re looking for marriage and shit, say yes to that man because that ain’t me and you know it.”

  “I think you can be that way, TQ, you just need some work.”

  “You may be right, but like my mama said, don’t waste your time waiting for a man to become what you want him to, when you can go out and find a man who is already everything you desire. And Peel is the nigga for you, Hayden, not Tarenz Quinton,” I palmed my chest.

  “I’m not letting you fuck me anymore if I marry him.”

  “Yeah right, and speaking of fucking, come here.” I pulled her ankle and she giggled.

  When she was close enough, I reached under her dress and began pulling on her panties while kissing on her neck. I threw her thong to the side, and then turned her onto her knees before sliding a condom down.

  “I love you, Tarenz,” she cooed as I slid into her from behind.

  I pressed her face into the couch pillow and asked, “Even after you get married I’m still gon’ get this pussy, right?”

  “Ye-yesss TQ!” she whimpered as I pounded into her.

  I smacked her ass, and then gripped her waist before slamming into her a couple more times. I then pulled out, flipped her over, took the condom off, and let her suck me up until I busted.

  “Come shower with me.” I pulled her up off the couch, and she smiled because she knew what was up. I picked her up, and then went to fuck her in the shower once more before sending her back to her nigga. Good head
didn’t mean you could spend the night.

  Chapter One: Kimberlyn

  The party…

  Tonight was Gang’s party, and I was so excited to just let loose and actually get drunk. Matikah and I let my grandmother know that we would be having plenty to drink, so she agreed to come get us if Goldie was incoherent, as long as it was no later than 2am. I loved that my grandmother gave us our freedom; it made it hard to make bad decisions because we didn’t want to disappoint her. But she’d raised us well anyway, so we weren’t in the business of being trifling and scandalous.

  I brushed my fresh press down, and let it lightly sweep the middle of my back. Tonight I was wearing a long sleeved crop top in gray, with skinny jeans, and sandal stilettos. I parted my hair down the middle, and wore gold for my accessories. I wanted to be cute but not too flashy, and Gang was already interested, so there was no need for me to go all out.

  “Cute.” Matikah walked into my room with my grandmother right behind her.

  Matikah had her long dark hair in its naturally curly state, and she was wearing a black tube top with the matching pencil skirt. She wore sandal stilettos as well, except hers were black and mine were a pewter color.

  “Thank you,” I winked, and then slipped my big gold hoops into my ear. “You look cute too. Is Goldie on her way?”

  “Yeah, she’ll be here in about ten minutes.”

  Goldie lived in a neighborhood named Mattapan, so she was about ten minutes away from us. It was convenient as fuck because she was the only one of the crew who had a car. I just hated that she controlled our trips sometimes, because she loved to do hoe shit. And if you didn’t want to be a part of it you either had to catch the bus, find a ride, or suck it the fuck up.

  “Make sure that girl takes y’all straight to the party, and do not let her drive y’all home unless you know she’s sober. Call me if she’s not,” my grandmother stated as she stood in the doorway of my room.

  I nodded my head and sprayed my Juicy Couture perfume all over my body.

  “Do me,” Matikah walked in and spun around as I sprayed her with the perfume.

  HONK!

  “That must be Goldie’s ignorant ass.” My grandma shook her head and walked away as Matikah and I laughed.

  I grabbed my little clutch, gave myself one more look in the mirror, and then left out to go party.

  We pulled up to the venue on Boylston Street, and you could hear the loud music all the way inside Goldie’s car. It was literally drowning out what we were listening to.

  “There is a park,” I pointed, and Goldie zoomed to it and swooped in.

  “Let’s smoke one before we go in,” she smiled and reached into her glove compartment, crossing over me.

  “Nah, I’m not trying to roll up in there smelling like a dime sack, let me out,” I shook my head, and Matikah scooted to the door closest to the curb, signaling she agreed with me.

  “Square ass bitches,” Goldie sucked her teeth, put the weed away, and then unlocked the door.

  Goldie looked nice in a white dress that I’m sure she bought in a smaller size because it was hugging her small frame like crazy.

  The line to the party was all the way down the sidewalk, and I was thankful that I didn’t have to wait. Tonight the streets were busy as fuck, and I guess because this was a club street basically, it seemed so crowded and loud.

  “I’m Kimberlyn Harrey, I should be on Gang’s guest list,” I said to the bouncer.

  He declined to respond and just looked down at his clipboard for a few moments. He then pulled out this white thing, and waved for my hand before stamping it.

  “Says you have two guests?”

  “Yes, this is Goldie Taylor, and Matikah Jacobson,” I pointed over my shoulder. He stamped their hands, and then pulled the rope away for us.

  “Damn bitch, you’re already enjoying the perks of being Gang’s girl,” Goldie nudged me and I chuckled.

  The three of us danced our way into the party, moving our bodies to “Still Here,” by Drake. I looked around until I saw a big ass VIP of niggas, but I didn’t see Gang. I saw there were four guys dressed really nicely, but in dark colors. They were drinking, smoking, and getting lap dances from some girls, all while their homies partied up too. They stood out from their friends though. A sudden feeling of nervousness came over me as I wondered if they were the Quintons. Why was I nervous?

  “That’s them,” Goldie whispered to me.

  “Who?” I frowned, halfway knowing the answer.

  “Her obsession,” Matikah rolled her eyes and checked the time on her iPhone.

  “Oh, the Quintons,” I nodded and looked back up there.

  I couldn’t make out their faces, but something about what I could see was very attractive. I loved men who were well dressed, and all four of them were. Their calm demeanor spoke volumes, and although I hated to admit it, I was interested. I wanted to be over there, but I knew it was unlikely that I’d gain entrance.

  “There’s Gang, Peel, and Peel’s girlfriend, Hayden,” Matikah pointed upwards.

  “Come on,” I huffed.

  We all held hands in a line, and rushed up to the VIP where Gang was sitting with Peel, Hayden, and a couple of random homies. Gang was the King out here, so every nigga wanted to be his homie, and bitches wanted to be his girl. To make matters worse, he was sexy.

  “Sup boo,” Gang smiled once I neared him, then stood up to hug my body tightly in his strong arms.

  “Hey, you look nice,” I blushed.

  “Thanks, I try, and so do you.” He bit his lip and then pressed his mouth against mine. I never felt sparks when I kissed him, but he was cute, respectful, and had money, so I was gonna work with him.

  I cupped his chin lightly as we kissed, and then pulled away to see his friend Monica glaring at me as she danced in some nigga’s lap. I was sure she didn’t like me, but Gang said that wasn’t true. Something told me she had a crush on him despite them both denying it.

  Goldie, Matikah, and I then sat down, and started making ourselves different drink combinations with the free liquor.

  “I think I’m gonna go over there,” Goldie said as she stared into the Quinton’s VIP.

  “And get turned away,” Matikah scoffed, making us both laugh.

  “Yeah right, bitch, do you see me? Them niggas would be fighting over me.” She then leaned into us to whisper, “Gang is small potatoes compared to them niggas. Look how they got signs saying Happy Birthday Lendsey Quinton, when it was initially Gang’s party. Gang don’t run shit but the dummies who are fooled by knots of cash and nice cars.”

  I looked over at the Quintons along with Matikah and Goldie, while taking in what Goldie said. I mean it had to have some truth to it. When this party was announced, it was just a little bash that Gang was throwing together. Then when word got around that the Quinton boys would be in attendance, that’s all people talked about, and now, the party wasn’t even for Gang anymore.

  I turned to Gang who was bobbing his head to the music and asked, “I thought this was your party? Why is Lendsey Quinton everywhere?”

  “It’s his birthday and since we’re cool, I let him use this as his birthday party,” he shrugged.

  I nodded and then looked over at Peel and his girlfriend, Hayden. She was grinding her ass in Peel’s lap, but her eyes were locked on the Quinton boys. I wasn’t sure which one, but I could see in her face that Peel was the least of her worries. I just watched her for a little bit more, before explaining to my friends why Lendsey’s name was everywhere.

  “Gonna go to the bathroom,” I whispered to Gang and then said the same to Matikah and Goldie before getting up.

  I walked around the couch, and then went into the nice luxurious bathroom in the VIP. After relieving myself, I washed my hands, and then made sure I was still looking good. I was a little tipsy, but I planned to get a little bit more buzzed.

  Coming out of the restroom, I bumped into someone and their body felt like steel. My eyes trailed f
rom their torso up to their face, and I swear it was mesmerizing. Smooth deep caramel skin, bluish gray eyes, perfectly lined up beard and mustache, and his cologne smelled like it cost $2000 a bottle. He wore a black baseball cap, but a fancy one, a black long sleeved button up with the sleeves rolled up just enough to show his watch, bracelet, and tattoos. On his bottom half were a pair of dark jeans that weren’t too snug or too baggy, and black shoes. He had on a pinky ring, which sounded ugly but just complemented his look.

  “You ain’t gon’ say excuse me?” he grinned and almost blinded me with his perfect smile and white teeth. He could be a tooth model. He rubbed his beard and waited for me to respond, then sipped his drink.

  “Actually, you were standing in front of a door, sir, so technically you must’ve wanted to get bumped into,” I spat.

  He moved closer to my face, making me back up and hit the wall lightly. He chewed on his gum, and I could smell how minty it was despite him sipping some dark. Looking me up and down, that beautiful smile finally appeared again. He placed his tatted arm against the wall, blocking my right side.

  “Maybe I did wanna get bumped into, by you.”

  “Well then, umm, don’t expect me to apologize.”

  He laughed and threw his head back, before looking down at me again.

  “What’s your name? I like you.”

  “Kimberlyn.”

  “I’m Tarenz, but people call me TQ.” He bit his lip and I almost fainted.

  My breath seemed to get caught in my throat when he said his name. Had I known who he was I wouldn’t have come at him like that. Seeing this nigga in the flesh gave me full understanding of why all the bitches in Boston went nuts for him. If his brothers even looked a teeny bit like him, I knew they were fine as fuck.